When my wife Sarah and I first drove through the gates of Willowbrook Estates, we thought we’d found the perfect place to start our married life. The subdivision was everything we’d dreamed of—manicured lawns that looked like green carpets, pristine sidewalks lined with young oak trees, and houses that seemed to have stepped out of a home design magazine. After years of apartment living, the prospect of owning our first home in such a beautiful community felt like we’d finally made it.
The real estate agent, a cheerful woman named Linda who had been selling homes in the area for twenty years, couldn’t stop raving about the neighborhood’s amenities and community spirit.
“You’re going to love it here,” she said as we pulled into the driveway of 247 Maple Lane, a charming two-story colonial with cream-colored siding and black shutters. “The HOA really keeps everything looking perfect. Property values have been steadily climbing for years because of how well-maintained everything is.”
Sarah squeezed my hand as we walked up the front steps. At twenty-eight, she was finally getting the house she’d been dreaming about since childhood—a place with enough bedrooms for the family we were planning, a yard where we could have barbecues with friends, and a garage where I could set up a workshop for my woodworking hobby.
“The HOA fee is very reasonable,” Linda continued, pulling out a folder thick with documentation. “Only $150 a month, and that covers all the common area maintenance, the community pool, and the excellent management that keeps this place looking so pristine.”